Favourite mug

I woke feeling unwell, clogged up, sniffly, sneezy. I don't usually get colds, and am fortunate in terms of the few times I'm actually sick, but this morning I was feeling quite a bit sorry for myself.

I stopped off in town on the way home from Carl's to get some anti-cold medicine and to buy an undemanding book to take the place of His Dark Materials, which I'd finished on Friday. I plumped for a murder mystery, both as a contrast with the previous book and because something of this type seemed appropriate for what I thought might well prove to be an extended period tucked up in bed. Bed is exactly where I retired to as soon as I got home, and I only got out of it for food and medication ... and blipping, of course. Conscious of the need to get something in the can for the day, I was delighted to spot the eminently blippable mug I was having one of my evening hot drinks out of. It's an old favourite which I've had for years and which is my usual choice for serving up a refreshing cup of coffee. This time it held a soothing drink of hot lemon.

Maybe this is an old favourite because Gemini is my star sign (though I'm not by any means into all that astrology business).